My submission is not sleek and tidy. It’s messy and ever-changing. There are days of epic devotion and days of total chaos. There are days my submission is obvious and days one would question my sanity, much less my ability to follow a lead. There are days of endless energy and days of complete exhaustion. At times it’s stormy and raging and other times it’s as calm and enjoyable as a glassy lake.
Some days my submission fits in a beautiful box sporting a pretty pink bow. Other days it overflows, and yet there are days it’s on its side with its contents spilled about. Some days it’s a massive struggle and some days it’s as easy as breathing. Some things always take a great amount of effort. I mean All. The. Time. That does not mean I’m not submissive. Not even close. That means I’m human. It means it takes a strong man to lead me. It takes a patient man. It takes an eager man. It takes a man willing to fail. It takes a man that will recognize my needs- or at least one that is inclined to try. Most of all it takes a brave man. A man that is not afraid to face my dragons, cherishes my softness and takes pride in my desire to serve him. It takes a man that knows submission is seldom neatly boxed.
~haveuseenmyhalo
